Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Beat the Case, artist - Mozzy. Date of issue: 16.09.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Beat the Case |
| Scariest shit you ever dreamed |
| Thirty out the window with that thirty, worse you ever seen |
| With us are you in it? |
| Ain’t no in-between, loaded but we focused |
| Bro 'nem slid the last fifty weeks, he thought shit was sweet |
| Bite the bullet, now he missing teeth |
| Give him a forever sleep, ask them niggas |
| Know in 2020, how Kentucky killed more niggas than corona |
| I can’t see my aim bogus, I’m gone have to walk up on him |
| The triple cross, ask him if he helped us whack his homie |
| I know Von gone hold it, even if he had to eat bologna |
| He ain’t scary on his holster, leave a nigga shirt holey |
| Then right up to God |
| Tryna get it finished so we spinnin' tryna end the war |
| Red ain’t out here coaching his lil' solider, wish I listened more |
| Trappin' and I’m active, stiff, got Manny in the kitchen drawer |
| Cross the country, I connect the plugs, I’m the extension cord |
| I’m a real boss, ain’t no way we stand on equal floors |
| I’ma be right here for sure, just hit me if you need some more |
| Interior cherry clan inside a Lamb' |
| Remember when I got you out that jam? |
| Who ain’t let it cram? |
| Who ain’t sit outside them niggas houses 3 A.M. |
| Nigga we don’t do no playin' |
| It’s oils over xans like it’s bookies over za' |
| More than 20 gang members when I push inside a spot |
| We them niggas that’s on God |
| Attorney want his wad |
| Prison priors prolly do me janky but it’s M.O.B |
| Long as blood been on his job, we gone throw the lob |
| Poured a fo' in this little ass soda pop |
| We got selections, either drakey or the .40 pop |
| Just fucked the homie baby momma at the homie spot |
| Forever HGM and them until I’m slaughtered |
| They ask me leave the backdoor open and made an offer |
| Sixth or seventh grade we was stampin' shit with revolvers |
| I can get you clipped for a trinkling, on my daughter |
| It go hudadada nigga |
| I ain’t sellin' the chop cause it got sentimental value |
| Usalama mandatory, keep the killers round you |
| When they found him he was stiff, staring into space |
| With all his limbs stretched out and pellets in his face |
| I ain’t sellin' the chop cause it got sentimental value |
| Usalama mandatory, keep the killers round you |
| When they found him he was stiff, staring into space |
| With all his limbs stretched out and pellets in his face |
| Lil' bruh gone beat the case |
| Use your head, knowledge is power |
| Moving with my son and still clutchin' |
| I’m feelin' funny |
| Rapping got me hot, but I’m still in it |
| Bruh dealin' for me, cleaner than Easter Sunday |
| Cup full of Easter Pink |
| Hard headed nigga, church service I went to sleep |
| Thankful for the addicts, Perc-30, they pay the fee |
| What can you say to me? |
| It’s all profit, ain’t no blueprint to it, just know I stuck to it |
| Grab my stick, glue it |
| I’m prepared for anything, these streets have you in a maze |
| In the field like Willie Mays, been through it, they feel the pain |
| Rap game fucked up man, half of these niggas lame |
| Gimmicks ain’t agin' shit, for they image I’m feelin' strange |
| Clarity VVS on my tennis, my wrist complete |
| How can I pay you for all the game, gotta give to me |
| Don’t get it, it’s meant to be |
| Ain’t no sellin' sticks cause I know this shit get deep |
| I ain’t sellin' the chop cause it got sentimental value |
| Usalama mandatory, keep the killers round you |
| When they found him he was stiff, staring into space |
| With all his limbs stretched out and pellets in his face |
| I ain’t sellin' the chop cause it got sentimental value |
| Usalama mandatory, keep the killers round you |
| When they found him he was stiff, staring into space |
| With all his limbs stretched out and pellets in his face |
| Lil' bruh gone beat the case |